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Masters Of Reality It S Shit

It's shit You wouldn't even wanna kiss it It's own mother doesn't miss it It's shit It's an art You know the devil's getting smart Just pull a string

probation or parole? I tell 'em fuck, no Tell me Mister Officer, what's the problem? What's the matter? Why you gotta treat us like scum? Is it that a nigga's

Found it hard to imagine he hadn't been past downtown It's deep, I heard the city breathe in its sleep Of reality I touch, but for me it's hard to keep

, Sham Dulo A Maze, Monoray, my boy LP, Moneray, Jungle, Esco, what up? Nature, it's all good, gettin' that paper Niggaz on the run eatin, what, it's

't Sean John or Lugged out This ain't hip hop no more, son, it's bigger than that This ain't ghetto no more, black, it's bigger than black So where my

's back With a bong singing songs in his trackies and airmax Yo they want me to leave it or love it I'd rather keep it and fuck it Cause this reefer

force to release the microcassette in it's entirety Sole: "i mean, fuckin len knows, I mean.. y'know I like your shit You know it's not really like

Aiming you out like Master P, that's what we be a about I got ammunition for those dissing This ain't R&B, that's why I'm skipping all that rip shit

t risk it, you'll get your shit split Now keep your distance, and keep existence I'm persistent when it comes to bent shit I smoked a blunt with my